Down where your paint is crackingLook down your backstairs buddySomebodies living there andHe don't really feel the weatherAnd he don't share your pleasuresNo, he don't share your pleasuresDid you see his eyes?Did you see his crazy eyes?And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ashEverybody always wants to kiss your trashAnd you can't help him, no one canAnd now that he knowsThere's nothing to getWill you still place your betAgainst the neighborhood threat?

Somewhere a baby's feedingSomewhere a mother's needingOutside her boy is tryingBut mostly he is cryingDid you see his eyes?Did you see his crazy eyes?And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ashEverybody always wants to kiss your trashBut you can't help him, no one canAnd now that he knowsThere's nothing to getNot in this placeNot in your faceWill you still place your betAgainst the neighborhood threat? [Repeat: x2]